At five o’clock on Thursday morning Ed didn’t feel very good. He woke up blearily, got up, wandered blearily round his room, opened a window, found his slippers, and stomped off to the bathroom to wash.
Toothpaste on the brush–so. Scrub. He stomped off to the kitchen to find something pleasant to put in his mouth.
Coffee pot–add water. Cereal out of box–and pour. Open cabinet, remove coffee. Two scoops…right on top the cereal.
“We have normality, I repeat we have normality.” She turned her microphone off — then turned it back on, with a slight smile and continued: “Anything you still can’t cope with is therefore your own problem.”
